“I can’t be a wizard. I’m just Harry.”
Sim.
Eu tava pensando, no punho esquerdo fazer as relíquias da morte e dentro da pedra da ressurreição fazer o tordo e no punho direito fazer o símbolo do infinito e escrever embaixo: Just smile.
Seila.
One more time? For the audience?” he says. His voice isn’t angry. It’s hollow, which is worse. Already the boy with the bread is slipping away from me. I take his hand, holding on tightly, preparing for the cameras, and dreading the moment when I will finally have to let go.
Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to present the victors of the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark! I give you — the tributes of District Twelve!
rock-and-smiles:
biscuita:
Bis